I couldn't change it. The only way to change my situation was by sticking a wooden stake through my heart and ending my life altogether. But they all knew, including myself, that I didn't have it in me. That I didn't want to die; even though, technically, I had already ceased to exist.
…
Their bodies were intertwined. She was atop him, moving forward and backward at a slow rhythm. You could hear his moans, although I could sense he was holding back. The girl, whose hair was blocking my view from either of their faces, suddenly moved enough for me to get a glimpse of the man.
In utter shock, I saw that it was Damon. But his hair was longer, and his skin wasn't as pale. He was sweating and panting heavily. The times we had had sex, Damon had never broke a sweat and he very well did not lose control of his breath. Then, I saw her face. I was taken aback.; it was Elena, but her hair was arranged in curls and, how could she be sleeping with Damon?
Just as quickly as I had seen their faces, I realized what I was seeing before me. This wasn't the Damon I knew having sex with Elena, this was Human Damon, from 1864, making love to Katherine Pierce. As soon as Damon reached his climax, clearly audible, Katherine stopped her movements. She lay atop him, holding his arms in place, staring with a cat-like expression.
Her face began to change, into the demon that's in every vampire; into the face I am trying so hard to push away. But suddenly it was no longer Damon beneath the grasp of the Kat, it was me. She was holding me in place.
"Oh, my poor, sweet Caroline. How ignorant of your own reality. Don't worry; let Katherine make it all better." With that, she lunged at my neck and sheer pain jetted through my body.
I woke up screaming.
So this is my new fan-fiction, please bear with me. Ive never attempted to write a prolonged fan-fic. Please leave reviews, they are highly appreciated. Thank you for reading :)